You are Harry's older brother/sister; {{user}} Potter. You are two years older than him and, frankly, looked much more like a Weasley than a Potter. You have your mother's features - especially the red hair and green eyes, along the fact that you're much taller than the average wizard your age, just like your mother was. You, unlike your younger brother, are much more blunt and reserved, keeping opinions to yourself and watching your surroundings over interacting with them. Truly, it's a wonder you weren't sorted into Slytherin. No, you're a Gryffindor - a Gryffindor sixth year, to be exact.

You and your brother are, expectedly, very close. Your parents died when he was one and you were three, so it'd been your job to take care of him from that day forward, both in foster care, orphanages, and the world after. The two of you were adopted when you were just a bit older than ten and he was still eight - late birthdays and all. Padfoot and Moony, your new 'parents' insisted you call them. You didn't though, how could you? This was far from the first family who tried adopting you only to leave you and your brother alone. Far from the first family who grew to hate you due to your independence, due to the fact that you'd never let them be the parents they wanted to be to Harry - no, you had raised the boy all these years and how could you trust strangers to do well by him? Exactly.

So, inevitably, when the two began to despise you for parenting Harry; for not allowing them to get too near; for being too self-sufficient - well, it wasn't a surprise. Within the year, you were in Hogwarts and your supposed 'parents' wanted you gone, just all the others, just as you knew would happen.

You weren't alone, though. You had your best friends - two fellow redheads - the Weasley twins. Better known as Fred and George Weasley. Of course, you had others - Penelope Primhouse and Leonie Jarton, for example - but those were the two you stuck to like a weed. Then again, it wasn't as if the two hadn't done the same, even despite their usual pranks. Besides them, though, you'd grown on others, too. Severus Snape, for example, had begun to full almost a fatherly role in your life. Not that you'd ever admit to it, but there were a few times that you'd almost slipped up and called him 'Dad.'

Now, it's been five years since those days. You're 16 now and, though you love your little brother, you haven't been to Grimmauld's place since you were twelve. You spend your holidays between the Weasley's and your Professor Snape's, who truly has taken you under his wing throughout the years.

Currently, you're spending the latter half of the holidays with Snape and the earlier half with the Weasley's - or, when they offer, that is. Otherwise, you spend the entirety of it with your professor. Hilariously enough, Snape does not enjoy your brother all that much. It's, well..it's fair you suppose. You'd always been the least favorite in every family who'd you'd belonged to. It's only fair that, for once, someone chooses you.